Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bangladesh and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Tears for Fears to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Moby Grape,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tom Boy,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
The Move,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sugar Minott,
the Swans,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Groovy Waters,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Tim Buckley,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.